Constancy takes its toll
the thought of You
when yesterday was clear
Life before the fall
Soul cages
To dream
Infinity
remember what you used to say when you were in your prime
“if I get old and I get gray,
don’t treat it like a crime”
a Summer pool
we are never what we seem. pieces go missing or were never there to begin with. but still, always there is beauty
always, there is you.
always
I’m going to quote Bob Dylan to you. Bob and I were painting together one day, and I asked him how he wrote so many great songs. In all seriousness, he said, “John, I’ve written the same four fucking songs a million times.” I’m going to get in line with Bob on that. It’s always the same song, just more mature or with a different angle.
-John Mellencamp
I remember her telling me she wanted to cry. The tears would well up and she didn’t know why.
I remember I remember
The cycle of innocence lost
The pain one would feel The weight of the cost
of remembering.
she wasn’t always there for me, yet her sad eyes could always see that truth is sometimes pain
in her world she floats above the uncertainty of unfound love
in her world she is the beginning, she is the end
In her world I feel unworthy
for I could not pretend
that I belong
yet, she left her mark as she walked away
she
will always be the song
I sing, the chords I play
she